Blame Josh

that I can mark this one off. I think most of us have come to an understanding that Joshy is generally to blame, but it’s kind of an unspoken thing. ;-D

Unless I don’t get to see him before he goes back home to Seattle. Then I will have something more to say.

_{Josh, I’ll send you an text message!}

for the ghost woman in my car tonight, anyway.

Ok, he’s taken it on the chin enough.
:)

Good Sport, that Josh.
S’why we love him!

That little bit of blame-throwing left me calmer. Now I can go forward with my other goals knowing that if I need to, Josh is here to be blamed. Whatta guy!

were eating a new flavour of crisps.

says i: ‘these are really way too salty’
says raph: ’ they are. sorry for choosing them, mom’.
says i: ’ not your fault honey, you didn’t know. anyhow, i blame Josh.’
says raph:’ who is Josh? does he work at the crisp factory?’

heeee

in a comedic relief kind of way…But what did it solve…really?

ha ha ..probably not. I would LIKE to blame Josh for much much more than I did. Still, he seems such a great sport I am electing to stop blaming him. Perhaps next time we should exalt Josh in some way. Praise Josh!

even though it was fun and convenient.

at least by me! He said sorry and in reply to the windiest weather ever, said he’d be my windblock if nessesary. lol

and I most certainly blame Josh for that!!!

_{This is also my 11th entry on this goal—THANKS A LOT, JOSH!!!}